I moved from the comfort of my home with my California-transplant parents in Memphis to the somewhat small town of Montgomery, Alabama to pursue an after-college career in newspaper. I knew no one in that town and to make friends I did what any good Southern girl would do – I started attending church. Since I wasn’t raised practicing religion, I knew very little of the differences between Baptist, Presbyterian, Methodist and so on. In my ignorance, I would choose churches to visit based on proximity to my apartment and detail of architecture. For a young liberal in a highly …read more